Beulah looked up suddenly.
“It is better we should marry,” she said. “I didn’t realize that when I exacted that oath from you. It is from the intellectual type that the brains to carry on the great work of the world must be inherited.”
“I pass,” Jimmie murmured. “Where’s the document we signed?”
“I’ve got it. I’ll destroy it to-night and then we may all consider ourselves free to take any step that we see fit. It was really only as a further protection to Eleanor that we signed it.”
“Eleanor will be surprised, won’t she?” Gertrude suggested. Three self-conscious masculine faces met her innocent interrogation.
“Eleanor,” Margaret breathed, “Eleanor.”
“I rather think she will,” Jimmie chuckled irresistibly, but David said nothing, and Peter stared unseeingly into the glass he was still twirling on its stem.
“Eleanor will be taken care of just the same,” Beulah said decisively. “I don’t think we need even go through the formality of a vote on that.” 255
“Eleanor will be taken care of,” David said softly.
The Hutchinsons’ limousine—old Grandmother Hutchinson had a motor nowadays—was calling for Margaret, and she was to take the two other girls home. David and Jimmie—such is the nature of men—were disappointed in not being able to take Margaret and Gertrude respectively under their accustomed protection.